Papa's Poetry Corner: Sight

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Sight

When Bright One walks below the skies, And light bemoans it's slow demise, Quiet comes for those who's sight, Is stolen with the coming night. It is then the Chosen rise, Bright time slits to full moon eyes, While the dark bound lay to rest, We set out on nocturnal quests. Forage for discovered... Sign in to see full entry.

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